"...so here we are, Mike. Your new home sweet home." The lights switched on as the door to the studio was opened, illuminating the blackness in an instant. Bass guitar slung over his shoulder, Rob made an awkward smile as he noticied the growing expression of uneasiness apparent on his nephew's face. "You expect us to live here?" Michael exclaimed as he walked inside. The walls weren't too far apart, and when he peered into the living room, he sighed at the lack of space. Michael turned around, sounding very disappointed. "You said this place was going to be cool! You said your bandmates used to record funk albums here..." Rob put a reassuring hand on Micheal's shoulder. "It may not look like much, but I had a lot of good memories made in this place. You should count yourself lucky, Mike, considering that I was able to get somewhere for you and your friend to stay on such short notice. And after all, I know you don't want to know what it feels like to be hunted by Zero Beat." "You got a point there..." Michael said through a sigh. "So I don't think I need to go through a whole tour with you. There's a living room, a master bedroom with a king-sized bed, the recording room, which I'd really like you to keep out of. And of course, one bathroom and the kitchen. I stocked up the fridge with some food and all of my friend's leftover Monster drinks. There's a big flatscreen TV, a nice surround sound stereo system for your music, an Xbox with that Dance Dance Revolution game you like so much...this place has the works." Rob explained with a smile, hoping to see the same from his nephew. But Michael could only respond with a look of horror. "One bathroom? One bedroom? Are you serious?" Rob's expression suddenly became as cold as stone. He didn't have time for arguments. Things were stressful enough. "Look, for now, we're all just going to have to make due. We should all count ourselves lucky that the man who owns this studio happens to be touring in Europe at the moment. He's being nice enough as it is letting you guys crash here while he's away." "Alright, alright, I'll deal. But man, I thought this was going to be cool. Now it just looks like I'm going to be stuck with her longer than I thought..." Michael complained. Rob leaned out the door to get a glimpse of the girl leaning against the wall outside, before turning back to Michael. "Well, she hasn't said anything since we got here, so I can't say that she seems like the friendliest person. But maybe you guys will get along. Be glad you're still young, Mike. You've still got time for girls..." Rob commented with a sly smile on his face. Michael just waved his hands and shook his head in exaggerated disgust. "Ah God, no way! I'm good man! I'm fine with her hating me. Perfectly fine with it." "Well, whether she hates you or not, you might as well tell her she's welcome to come in now." Michael Jason Kay made a big sigh. He leaned out the doorway and hollered out to the girl leaning against the wall. With her arms crossed in a frustrated fashion, the girl's expression looked like it could kill a rattlesnake. "So...are you coming in here or not, Kim..." he said out loud, before mumbling something to himself. "...because if you aren't, and you'd like to stay out there forever, I totally won't mind..."